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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

"I Love You, Man" is this movie totally f*cking with me

First off, can we talk freckles? Hot freckles on a mulatto babe or whatever sort of hot ethnicity or fortunately-prone-to-tanning skin-type this smokin' Rashida Jones happens to be. I could look at her for hours. Us ugly, pasty white guys (and I'm the whitest of all [Swedish]) who probably are smugglin' angry melanoma or some sh*t like that are likely just biased towards babes who are dark complected... and when they have freckles too, well, that makes it feel like she got there by sun bathin' and maybe we could have done that too. That's right, we [pasty white guys] put oil on back in the 80's thinkin' we'd get tan too or something. But we just turned red, bubbly and then peeled. Don't matter. We thought next time it'd be tan. Yeah, we're white AND st*pid. Anyway, Rashida is super duper purty. Moving on...

I Love You, Man serves as her stage to move around. A stage that happens to be mirroring some of my real life. Maybe all middle-aged dudes think this as well (that guy friend relationships, maybe all relationships, have sat second fiddle to their wife and kid/s relationships). Probably the right priority set, but somehow I think that the wife's relationships serve favor over the husband's. Wahhh! Suppose that's best when I'm just sittin' around watchin' four movies a day in my boxers. Anyway, just glad I'm not the only putz on the planet this is happenin' to... just watch the movie trailer and read on because...

FilmBenderMovie Reviews are possibly helpful in uncovering many annoying observations through film that when amplified over time, like in this movie, can cause depressing and impure thoughts. Case in point... seriously... someone's totally f*cking with me. "I played hearts in college." That's what I say when I somehow end up at someone's Texas Hold 'em party. WTF! Seriously. Who. Wrote. This?! BRB. Yeah... I don't know those two f*cks. They're tellin' my story [er, except for that man-kiss part which was totally hilarious though] except with way cooler people in it (like Paul Rudd, Jason Segel, Jaime Pressly, and in his absolutely best role ever, Jon Favreau). Maybe I need to stop watchin' movies. Maybe I need to stop writing movie reviews. Maybe I need to go make friends. Eh... maybe tomorrow.

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The history of poker is the subject of some debate. One of the earliest known games to incorporate betting, hand rankings, and bluffing was the 15th century German game Pochspiel. Poker closely resembles the Persian game of As Nas, though there is no specific description of nas prior to 1890. In the 1937 edition of Foster's Complete Hoyle, R. F. Foster wrote: "the game of poker, as first played in the United States, five cards to each player from a twenty-card pack, is undoubtedly the Persian game of as nas." By 1990s some gaming historians including David Parlett started to challenge the notion that poker is a direct derivative of As Nas.